Best Roaring Fire Poems
My thoughts drift back to my childhood days
Of so many years ago
All the family gathered by a roaring fire
Whilst outside glistens with sparkling snow
We had such fun making snow angels and snowmen
Our little frozen fingers and rosy faces were aglow
Memories of Christmas now firmly in the past
I look back on happy days of so long ago
Our Christmas tree was draped with tiny twinkling lights,
Bright baubles, tinsel and candy canes just for our delight
Oh how the years have flown by so fast
Sadly, like the snowflakes our childhood days don’t last
I scan the list of Christmas cards that I’ve got to write
Each year it grows shorter, with loved ones we now miss
I dream of turning back the clock and returning to the past
My memories of Christmas are ones I hope will always last
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Contest: Christmas Carols
Song Chosen - White Christmas
12~03~15
I have read that book
cover to cover
many a time
It's held me when I was down
gave me smiles all night long
It has given me a sense of self worth
and a feeling I belong
Many a night I have sat in front of a roaring fire
with a glass of wine or two
and have fallen deeply in love
I have floated on air
soared through the sky
slid down moonbeams
got caught in candy floss clouds
and wished upon fallen stars
Oh that book
I have read that book
it has brought me
many nights to tears
the death, the despair, the pain
Oh how I would like to reach out
and save her, comfort her, just to be there
We have had our sorrows but also our laughs
the cute stories of kids flying kites
the wise men chasing their wives
the nonsense alley gang
giving us a smile when we were going insane
Oh how I have loved your stories
Soda Pop, Zach Waverly and Sam Dumpty
just to mention a few
Your epics and your Poe's
and your paranormal too
That book that fantastic book
the one that I love
with all your well wishes
your tributes,
and romantic kisses
You I so adore
But tonight I am saddened
for when I turn to my book
some pages are empty
some have become torn
some no longer are singing
where they once had been born
I sit here at my desk and I read til I'm blue
all my dear departed poets I'm so missing you
Our shadows are silhouetted against the fading orange sky.
A blanket of russet and brown leaves carpet the ground
Like tiny children we kick the wind blown leaves, hearing them crunch under our feet
The silvery moon casts its eerie glow, illuminating the trees
Branches once dripping with their coats of leaves are now naked and exposed
The biting wind reminds us that summer is just a distant memory
Pulling our hoods over our heads we hurry home to a roaring fire
09~06~14
Contest:- One Autumn Night
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The beauty in these words
Rainbows o’er the valley, vibrant colors on the hill
Coconut and apple pies now cooling on the sill
A warm day in November as if fall has turned to spring
Hummingbirds and butterflies and cardinals on the wing
A picnic in the meadow out beneath an old oak tree
Picking out the different shapes in all the clouds we see
A garden filled with flowers blooming every shape and size
A cool breeze ever flowing neath the bluest azure skies
A pathway through a forest that the two of us explore
The rhythm of the ocean waves a’ crashing on the shore
A choir singing on the square as snow falls from the sky
The sound of ringing sleigh bells as it slowly passes by
A chocolate covered sundae with sweet cherries on the top
The windmill spinning on the farm that never seems to stop
Every single star we see a’ twinkling on the night
An April morning sunrise oh so wonderful and bright
A Sunday morning journey through a park that we will walk
Some quiet conversations as we find some time to talk
A cozy roaring fire on the coldest winter day
A sailboat on the ocean that shall take our hearts away
The beauty in these words I write are just my point of view
Of all the wondrous things I dream each time I dream of you
Everything that’s perfect and of all that it can be
These and so much more are what your love it brings to me
Good night Soupers
Winds whisper secrets with icy lips
Icicles hang like fingers from skeletal trees
New blanket of snow sparkles like tiny diamonds
Tiny snowflakes fall like confetti from heaven
Everywhere the eye can see is painted a brilliant white
Romantic roaring fire removes the icy chill
09~29~14
Looking down undulating mountains with
Their highs and dips,
Reminding me of your long neck, your breasts,
Your thighs and hips,
Your miraculous face, running my finger down
Your brow, your nose and lips,
Your soft sensuous arms, your hands and your
Sensitive finger tips.
I’m brought back to reality by the roll and fall,
The roaring fire,
On the engine outside the window of the plane,
Black smoke rises higher,
Emergency lights come on, put on safety belts,
May day, the situation seems dire,
My mind goes to my love waiting for me, both
Of us, strong with desire.
Plunging down at an incredible speed, there are
No mountains, but ocean,
I swim in the warmth of your gentle hazel brown
Eyes, I’m overcome with emotion,
All I hear are screams and see people crying and
Praying, chaos, commotion,
We seem to be diving out of the sky, but I am not
Afraid, for all I feel is eternal devotion!
The right wing breaks away, and we thrust forward
Doing a complete flip,
I put my hand to my head, something feels wet, I’m
Bleeding, I lose my grip,
The pilot reels out of control we descend even faster,
Now, everyone silent but hear my seat rip,
I love you my darling, I’m so sorry you will feel such
Sorrow, I’m beginning to slip!
Sawing logs, one after another
Into two feet lengths
Just for the specific purpose
Of standing them up on the ground
Awaiting the iron axe
That will create a comforting
Roaring fire in the hearth
Come this winter’s cold
Canning fruits and vegetables
To store on the shelves
Awaiting the moment in time
When they’ll be lifted out
And opened slowly, carefully
With appreciation for the color
The scent and deliciousness
Of a homegrown and canned food
Cutting down hay in the field
Tractor moving slowly, assuredly
Taking the blade to the grass
Green and pungent scented
Covering the field with what will
Be racked up into piles for
Baling and creating a treasure
For the barn to store for cattle
When I was young the broom sage grew so tall
It towered over me, fuzzy tickling
Right there in front of momma harvesting
Harvesting just enough sage for a broom
Broom sage to sweep the hearth clean of debris
A hearth white washed with Georgia kaolin
Nothing to cover the dirty black sooted bricks
In summer even the inside was white washed
Taller now towering over the sage
Whose sick sparse shoots reach up to claim sunlight
Purple hues shimmer in breeze, wait for spring
Renewed to live again, again, again
Like sage cut, fashioned into a hearth broom
Life is short, wears away the youthful joy
Soon the end in sight, retired to kindling
Laid down upon the white washed inside brick
Awaiting morn when a spark will ignite.
A roaring fire will spring forth ablaze
While all the family gathers around
Warmed by the hearth of a happy snug home
Written:December 9, 2015
Definition of Blank Verse
Blank verse is a literary device defined as un-rhyming verse written in iambic pentameter. In poetry and prose, it has a consistent meter with 10 syllables in each line (pentameter); where, unstressed syllables are followed by stressed ones and five of which are stressed but do not rhyme. It is also known as un-rhymed iambic pentameter.
•Blank verse poetry has no fixed number of lines.
•Blank verse can be composed in any kind of meter, such as iamb, trochee, spondee and dactyl
I chose this form because I did not want to rhyme..
What's up with Santa
Chimneys not swept Santa isn't happy
He is sick of the soot making him snappy
Families have lost the one thing that gives a room soul
A roaring fire of wood or coal
Toasting your toes as well as the bread
Held in front of the coals which are glowing red
Back to Santa who is beginning to stumble
No longer mince pies, sometimes fruit crumble
The tot of whisky has become a shot and Fanta
The reindeers are fed up, with a drunk Santa.
Talking of striking which isn't pleasant
A Xmas morn without any presents
All because Santa can't say no to the offings
Quaffing the goodies that are left out for him
So come you Mam's and Dad this is the test
Chimneys clean a mince pie and tot is best
Children will wake up to a happy morn
Celebrate the day a baby boy was born.
Reindeers will be happy too, that's nice
So will the elves and the live in mice
Happy Xmas Santa, once more you have survived
Delivered the parcels and kept tradition alive
Left me a sackful that's kind of lumpy
Opened to find a red eyed Santa that's grumpy
So night night Santa time for a snooze
Remember next year to keep off the booze
Penned 22 November 2014
Someone had to weave the tale of how the beast was slain,
to paint in valor all the scars and make it worth the pain.
A knight disfigured, charred and gaunt, returning from his quest
employed a bard’s convincing tongue to tell it to the rest.
The townsfolk were a fickle lot; naught kept their love for long
until the wordsmith cleverly described it all in song.
Young maiden hearts were often won by tales of chivalry
of shining knights, and deathly fights for love eternally.
Who better could express to they, the champion’s desire
or stoke the ember in her breast into a roaring fire?
Who but the bard, in gifted grace, could tell of blood and gore
and cause all those who saw the knight to marvel and adore?
Thus we see that though they wore no armor and no helm
that poets, not the knights of yore, were masters of the realm.
For had they never sung their songs, nor wrote their epics down
the knights to all would strangers be; mere beggars in the town.
05/24/15
Kind of Thought
Kind of thought about and contemplated
How a roaring fire becomes acclimated
Where you sit around and get used to of
Like so much and eventually fall in love.
There are things about fires that are roaring
When available, they are completely adoring
Especially If preferred name is Poetry Explorer;
One I make for her will be a big roarer.
Then also in you must start to confide
Be sure to take all of this in stride
So simple may be my benevolent words
They love being heard in great big herds.
Golden ambers resonate
specks of sapphire blue
and emerald green
dance in the shadows of those caramel eyes
the warmth of your skin, as I caress
your face, glows
a hint of jasmine fills the air
I grab your arm
and pull you near
with a roaring fire as the backdrop
our passion heats ever slowly
soft kisses tread your neck
and passions rise
the notes of the love song
playing
say every word I feel
as our hearts beat with desire
Embers dwindle in the morning light
My love for you just seems so right
The month of October is a most delightful time of the year.
Though skies at times may be gray and the weather drear,
It proffers so many splendid opportunities for our delight,
Like the glowing hunter's moon casting its brilliant light!
Trees have donned their colorful robes for our viewing pleasure.
Languid Indian summer days linger with warmth that we treasure.
Golden pumpkins ripen for jack-o-lanterns and delectable pies,
And skeins of geese rule the pristine skies with their haunting cries!
Busy farmers reap their harvests ere the snows begin to fly.
Magnificent roses now silently close their petals with a final sigh.
Oak and ash logs are hewn for a winter night's glowing flame,
Nigh which folks will fellowship watching the Sunday game!
Happy children relish a hayride down a moonlit country lane,
Sipping hot apple cider and joining in harmonious refrain!
Later to toast marshmallows and enjoy hearty wiener roasts,
As they regale others by a roaring fire with tales of spooky ghosts!
Halloween parties bobbing for apples and scary costumes are replete.
The neighborhood echoes with anxious pleas of "Trick or Treat!
Nothing quite compares to the wonderful sights and sounds of fall.
October is nature's last resplendent spree ere come the wintry pall!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF
© All Rights Reserved
God’s blessings are new every morning
I awaken to send up praises to Him
And I want to remind you of His warning
For those who do not believe, the end is grim
God sent His one and only Son into the world
To be a sacrifice for those who would believe
Find salvation in the One who has whirled
Each of us into a dance that we could never conceive
A dance of faith that believes in real praise
A dance of joy that fills us up with pure wonderment
A dance of hope that reassures all our days
A dance of love that gives true abandonment
God’s blessings are alive with a roaring fire
Revealing compassions that come from above
His revelations are the miracles that inspire
Enlightenment and a rich creativity built by love
God sent His one and only Son into the world
To save us from sins that would be an end to us
Thanks to Him, all our sins have been buried
In a past that is cast far away so there is no fuss
We no longer need to cry about our dreadful past
He has saved us from the darkest night of terror
He answers prayers that come from the heart if asked
And gives renewed hope to those who prepare her
Heart… Give it to the Lord God above, Jesus of Nazareth
The One who brings the greatest peace and love
The One who brings blessings that are earth shattering
His salvation is the greatest gift sent from above
Jesus is the answer to every problem!
Have faith and believe He is the good Shepherd
He is filled with a love and peace that is awesome
With Him living inside, you’ll be alive forever
Honey for The Soul
True love is a magnificent gift
From God in Heaven above.
Beginning as a flame
Ageing into a roaring fire.
What words can’t describe
All eyes see.
Love of an experienced couple
Displayed for young to learn.
A simple touch or an open door,
Perhaps it is a nod or a wink.
The daily struggles shared as an adventure
Each new day another blessing from above.
The fuel for love is in the Word
They share it every day as honey for the soul.
Falling asleep at night praying to the one true God
Praise to God is first, then thanksgiving.
At the end are the requests for God’s love,
His guidance and forgiveness for people like me.
When the flesh has long been gone,
Their spirits will bow together before the Almighty’s throne.
That’s the goal they cherished for decades,
Leading to a reward for eternity.
Thanks to all who pray for me.
That is the true love I see.
Copyright © Robert Moore April 9, 2020